She sat up, stripping off her top, her full breasts with their hardened dark pink nipples on display for him. Her eyes met his and he saw her trying to disguise the desire she was playing him with through faux shyness.
The bruises had started to turn to yellow. He’d seen them at their worst; the day after she’d been admitted to hospital and it had been all he could do to curb the rage he’d felt and the need to pummel the shit out of the two men who had hurt her.
Now he was at peace with it because she had healed quickly.
“I love this spot right here.” He touched a fingertip to a beauty mark she had just below her left breast, then let his finger trail upward over her nipple which hardened under his touch.
She’d left herself exposed for him, the white sheets collected around her waists, her tits bared for him to look at. Her hair was loose, face washed and without make up. He loved her always, but like this she was pure magic.
Jonny pushed back the sheets exposing her pyjama covered bottoms. “Are you bare under there?”
Rayah nodded. “Totally. I think we should invest in a couple of nightdresses. Easier to pull down if we get interrupted.”
“Baby, we won’t be interrupted. You’ll have to be quieter when I fuck you though.” He saw her eyes darken, as if she was intoxicated by his words.
“How are you going to fuck me?” She lay back down, lifting her hips so he could pull down her pyjamas, leaving her fully exposed to him.
Her tits fell to the sides, large and full, the nipples hard. Soft, smooth skin was on show, and his eyes trailed down to between her legs which she parted slightly, letting him see her pussy.
She was an offering and he felt like a god, only he was too aware of who held the power here. It was all about her, how he could make her feel, how he could make her come alive and his pleasure was found through that.
Gently, he grazed his fingers straight over her centre, hearing a low and quiet moan. He pushed a finger into her tight warmth, touching her nowhere else, she bucked her hips, encouraging him to move.
“I can give you a good fingering, but can you be quiet? If you’re not, I won’t fuck you like you want.”
“I’ll be quiet. Promise.”
He started to move his fingers, adding another and plunging in and out of her, slowly and firmly, his cock getting harder at the sound of her whimpers.
He didn’t let her come, wanting it to be while he was inside her, knowing that she’d shatter as soon as he was in her and then maybe again when he came inside her.
He put his mouth on a nipple, sucking and licking, her fingers in his hair. “Can’t wait to feel how tight you are around my dick.” He watched her as she comprehended his words. “Feels like forever since I’ve last been in you.”
His words were rough, sometimes crude, but his touch was soft. There was a time and a place for a good hard fuck, and tonight wasn’t it. She was still sore, the after effects of the smoke and the fire, but this was need and she knew that for both of them, if it wasn’t sated, it would hurt.
“I need you in me.” Her words were a whisper against his mouth, her hand slipping down between them to grasp his cock and guide it into her.
Jonny took back control, easing into her, feeling her relax and allow him entry. Her legs went around his waist, opening her hips so he could press deep and he started to move slowly inside of her.
It wasn’t fucking. She was in his bed, in his house, a bed and a home that would be theirs soon, and this was more than fucking. Her hands gripped his biceps, her hips shifting to meet his. Their rhythm was practiced, smooth, but this time it was different. Jonny’s eyes were locked on hers, the rhythm secondary to being inside her, being close. This was making love and they’d done it before, but now, in this bed, without hiding anything, he felt himself drown and he didn’t want to swim to the surface because this was heaven.
She was heaven.
She came hard, taking him with her, letting him spill inside her. Their groans were muffled, even the peak of pleasure not allowing them to forget the reality they were living in.
This was their life. And it was good. Perfect.
“I love you.” The words fell out like sparks from a shooting star. He repeated them with each final shudder, needing to hear them spoken.
Rayah was quiet until they stilled and he held her in his arms.
“I love you,” she said, her arms tight around him. “And I love where we are now.”
Her words were a whisper.
“You know I want you to move in.”
She laughed quietly. “No. You have to tell me things like that.”
